The police came faster than expected, arriving in twenty minutes.
During these twenty minutes, Barton helped Mrs. Carol up and sent her to the living room to rest. Henderson was carried back to his room. As he hadn't fully regained consciousness, he was temporarily taken care of by Aunt Oliver. After Jack and Powell carried Henderson away, they quickly returned to the crime scene. However, Brother Jue still guarded the door tightly, not allowing anyone to enter, including himself. Even Old Master Colston, who rushed over after hearing the news, couldn't get past Feng Bujue.
This family head was indeed extraordinary. Although he was very emotional when he arrived, when Feng Bujue told him the reason for stopping everyone from entering the crime scene, Colston quickly calmed down and even confirmed Brother Jue's actions.
As a police car with sirens blaring stopped in front of the villa, the system notification rang in Feng Bujue's ears. His mission was updated: [Assist the police in the investigation]
Barton answered the door and led the few police officers to the door of the crime scene.
At this time, there were five people waiting in the corridor. In addition to Feng Bujue, there were Old Master Colston, Mrs. Odetta, Young Master Jack, and Dr. Powell.
Three police officers followed behind Barton. The leading agent was dressed in a casual suit with a round hat and shiny leather shoes. He looked to be in his fifties. He was slightly plump and had a very distinctive beard. He gave off a shrewd and capable feeling.
The other two police officers were younger. One of them had a baby face and looked like a child who had just graduated from school. Both of them were wearing uniforms. Looking at the style … it was very similar to the black British police uniforms from the 1980s, but there were some differences in the details. After all, this was a fictional country, so the difference was understandable.
"I'm Inspector Scofield." The plain-clothed agent walked in front of everyone and said, "May I ask which one of you is Mr. Lovecraft?"
Colston took a few steps forward with his crutch and said, "I'm Colston Lovecraft, the owner of the villa …" He paused. "The father of the deceased …"
Scofield's sharp gaze met Colston's for a few seconds, not hiding his suspicion. A detective like him had long developed an occupational disease. Compared with looking for evidence, he was better at dealing with "people" and finding a breakthrough in an interrogation.
"Then … where is the body?" Scofield asked.
"It's in that room." Colston pointed at the door beside Feng Bujue.
"Well, sorry, excuse me." Scofield looked at the two men behind him and signaled them to follow.
When the three of them reached the door, Feng Bujue stepped aside.
When Scofield passed by Brother Jue, he looked him up and down but didn't pay much attention to him. Instead, he turned his attention to the door.
"Hmm?" Scofield hesitated when he saw the key in the lock. He tried to turn the doorknob and found that the door was unlocked. Two seconds later, he saw the body on the sofa behind the open door.
"Did anyone move the body?" Scofield did not enter the room immediately but turned around to ask.
"No," Jack answered. Jack added, "After Caroline found the body, the house has remained the same."
"You are?" Scofield asked.
"My name is Jack," Jack replied. He gestured in the direction of the body with his chin. "The man sitting there is my brother Denis." He paused and added, "Carol is Denis' wife. She's in the living room now."
Scofield stared at Jack for a few seconds and looked back at the room. "Were you the one who told everyone not to go in?"
"No, it's him." Jack pointed at Feng Bujue.
Scofield turned around, but before he could speak, Brother Jue said, "Hello, officer. I'm Feng Bujue."
"Feng …" When Scofield heard the name, his expression changed. He widened his eyes and looked Feng Bujue up and down again. "What? You said your name is Feng Bujue? "
From the tone of the officer's question, Brother Jue felt like this officer had heard of his name before. He thought about the setting in the introduction and answered tentatively, "Yes, Feng Bujue. I'm a detective."
"Oh! Is that really you! " Scofield suddenly raised his voice. He glanced at Brother Jue's face several times. After confirming something, he said, "No wonder I thought you looked familiar. Now that I think about it, I've seen you on the newspaper before! You're that famous detective, Feng Bujue! "
"Hmm … So that's how it is … No matter what name I give to the NPC, the system will assume that I'm playing the role of that name, right?" Feng Bujue said. "Speaking of which … I'm really a 'famous' detective. Even the police in this place have heard of my name, which means that I'm quite famous. I'm basically on par with Hercule Poirot, Agatha Christie's Belgian detective. Unlike a certain paranoid narcissist who lived in London and hid his fame, Poirot was, by definition, a very famous detective whose cases had been reported in the press, and whose name was well known to the public. It is worth mentioning that in Hercule's Exploits, the author vaguely hinted that in 1864, the Holmes family visited the Poirot family during their second trip to Europe. This should also be Christie's tribute to Conan Doyle. Everyone loves to be paranoid.) That's it … "
"Ah, yes, that's me." Feng Bujue maintained a calm and unfathomable expression on his face as he answered coldly.
"Oh! I was wondering why the general public knew how to protect the crime scene, "Scofield said." So it's because you're here! "
At this time, the Lovecraft family members had very complicated expressions on their faces. This expression had two meanings. First, they were surprised. They didn't expect that the guy in front of them was really a famous detective. Secondly, it was a guilty conscience … Because people with secrets didn't want to deal with people who specialized in revealing secrets.
"Oh! That's great! " Scofield continued. "Please give us some guidance. With you here, I think the case will be solved soon."
"Ha … ha ha … I'll try my best." Feng Bujue laughed dryly, but in his heart, he was thinking, Although I'm quite confident in my reasoning ability, is it really good to solve the case quickly?
This is only the ninth chapter. If the case is solved in five chapters, the remaining twenty chapters will be a mess for the readers to read.
Speaking of which, your name is as long as five words. Coupled with the frequent appearance of a six-word surname like Lovecraft, as well as the large annotation above, it's all a despicable means to secretly lengthen the word count … The effect of this method of breaking the bottom line is actually negligible …
Sure enough, if I want to make it to the thirty-third chapter, I still have to rely on my strength! "
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